Madam Chu has nothing to say.
Marshal Chu's eyes were as sharp and dagger-like as he shot at his first wife.
The so-called dancer who used despicable means to climb into his bed did not actually exist at all.
He fell in love with the dancer, so he spent a lot of money to keep her outside as an outhouse. He even had a house ready.
It was just because of what happened later that he didn't want to explain it to her.
Chu Yihan looked at the expressions of the two people coldly and continued, "Also, as you said, now that the medical level is advanced, whether I am my father's son or not, I only need to draw blood and go abroad for a DNA test to know."
"This is not the feudal superstition of the ancients who shed blood to identify relatives. This is real science and there is no way to fake it. I believe that my elder brother who has studied abroad knows this very well."
After saying that, Chu Yihan ignored anyone and strode away from the Chu Manor.
He wanted to see the sharp-tongued but extremely cute Little Blind One immediately, immediately, and wanted to tell her all this.
However, when he came to Su Qiao, he missed it.
Su Qiao and Nanny Wu went shopping.
After Chu Yihan left, there was a deathly silence in the living room.
Madam Chu felt a little scared and wanted to go forward and coax her husband like before. However, this time those tricks were obviously completely useless.
"Master..."
Marshal Chu didn't want to hear even one more word from her, so he roared, "Get out."
"I..." Madam Chu swallowed, feeling anxious and wanted to say something else, but unexpectedly, a teacup suddenly hit her in the face.
"I said get out of here! Are you deaf?"
"Mom." Chu Qingyun hurried over and gave his mother a hand. Only then was she hit on the leg instead of the face.
Madam Chu was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to step forward.
"Everyone, get out of here!" Marshal Chu doesn't like anyone now.
"Mom, go back to the house first!" Chu Qingyun knew that it was best not to get into trouble at this time.
After the two left, crackling sounds came from the hall, mixed with angry curses.
After a while, after the hall became quiet, the adjutant who had been staying outside the hall carefully walked in.
"Commander, Third Master Zhu was killed last night. There was a fire in a warehouse at the dock, which almost spread to other warehouses. I checked the residue, which looks like soot after burning soot."
With that said, the adjutant opened the small paper bag in his hand and presented it to the marshal.
Marshal Chu took a long breath, then picked up a little and put it under his nostrils and smelled it.
"So, that brat really went to the dock last night?"
The adjutant nodded. "Probably."
Marshal Chu's face suddenly sank.
But this time it is obviously not because of the uneducated younger son, but because of the older son who has been pretending very well.
After a while, he ordered in a cold voice, "Send someone to keep an eye on Qingyun. I don't want him to go astray and ruin his bright future."
"Yes." The adjutant's eyes flashed.
The commander-in-chief still wants to protect Eldest Young Master.
He suddenly felt a little unworthy of Youngest Young Master.
However, these things are not his business, and he can't control them. At most, he just thinks about them in his mind and sighs.
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If the previous deaths of Wang Siming and Liming Bank Manager Qian only caused waves of turmoil, then the death of Third Master Zhu really shocked countless people.